Milton Brown kissed his wife goodbye, patted the dog and went to the garage for his car. “Don’t forget I have Garden Club tonight,” Fran called from the door.

Of course you do, he thought, could there ever be a change in routine? Milton waved over his shoulder at his wife to show he heard. He started thinking. I shouldn’t be so hard on her. I’m no better. Off to work every day at seven, Wednesdays she goes to garden club, I play racket ball and Saturdays we each do our own thing. I haunt bookstores looking for old out of print first editions, that’s how Ifound the map. Milton remembered the day he found it. He was leafing through a stack of old books when he accidentally dropped one. The binding gave way and he could see the edge of a piece of parchment. A slight tug produced a folded map. He gently spread it on the table and stared. It was a hand made map of Hanging Lake Colorado. At the top in block letters were the words: YOUR SHARE BOBBY TEN MILLION BUCKS LIKE I PROMISED it was signed “WILLIE”. He couldn’t make out the date but the paper was old. A fire started in Milton’s mind. He began to plan.

Dreams of a better, more exciting life consumed him. His every waking thought centered on the map. Every chance he got he went to Glenwood Canyon and visited the lake, a beautiful lake, literally hanging on the side of the canyon.

With some inheritance money he had squirreled away he was able to purchase a small home. He was soon established as a skier and a fisherman who spent holidays both winter and summer at his Glenwood home. Getting away from Fran had become increasingly easy as his wife’s interest centered more and more around her garden club friends and less and less around him.

He drove to the Heins Building on seventh, parked in the front lot and entered the building where he practiced law on the tenth floor. Milton was an attorney with Bradford, Lee and Goodman. He did wills, probate and occasionally researched some information for one of the senior attorneys.

On this day he didn’t take the elevator up to the tenth floor, instead he went into the men’s restroom on the main floor and opened the box he had carried from the car. It took only minutes to change from his dark blue business suit to jeans, tee shirt and ball cap, from black loafers to running shoes. He quickly pasted dark brown eyebrows, a small goatee and sideburns over his own pale blond hair. A brown wig completed the disguise.